Yes, I’m back. Yes, it has been a long time since my last blog entry. Yes, I’m totally planning on blogging more in the future.

Now onto something to do with the title: some of you may know, due to my bitching at Snark, that I have been helping my sister clean her room pretty much since I’ve been back. Among the throwing out of old stuff, the collecting of dirty clothes and the organising of toys, was unfortunately also the throwing out of old furniture.
My sister has, or had, two beds, one of which could be shoved under the bed she sleeps in. Because the bed was broken, she wanted to get rid of it. This would have been fine if it wasn’t for three factors.
1) It had to be done in absolute silence, because my dad was working in the attic, and should not be disturbed.
2) It was well over 25 degrees Celsius outside, and I don’t function well in heat.
3) We had to make do with just the two of us. My dad, as mentioned before was not to be disturbed, my mum was at work, and my brother was to busy being a lazy ass to lend us a hand.

It was almost impossible to move the very heavy solid iron bed with just two pair of hands and muscles, but in the end we managed it. We got it out of her room, down the stairs, through the kitchen and out the back door without more noise than our frantic whispering: ‘No! Not that way’ ‘More to the left’ ‘To the right, to the right!’

When we finally had the bed outside against the shed I was so pumped up from the adrenaline rush that my hands were shaking. Like the title says: Who need bungee jumping?